Thrasher Magazine

Posted: April 15th, 2009

Driving around, checking out spots. You know how it goes.












Couldn’t a done it without our local guide, Ryan. Thanks, dude.


Colt nosegrinded it.




Solamente amigos….




Mark stretches it out before the session.






I think it’s some sort of Tai Chi.


Q: ‘Do you really like rock music?’ A: ‘Kid Rock? Yeah. He’s tight.’




A spot only a Brazilian could love.
Water-hazard rating: Max.




Hey Mark. Does that Boost phone still work? Ahh Yeah.
Just mates.


The famous triangle.




Kirby sighting!








Sensible supper.






Our I-phone apps are gonna lift us out of this chicken-shit industry.


Wait Ewan ... I think they forgot to fry the plate.


Back to the hotel, Bratrud sets about to crack the code.


’What about a farting alarm app? Think, Bratrud! Think!’